Octavius. Wherefore is that? and what art thou that darest
Appear thus to us?
3285

Dercetas. I am call'd Dercetas;
Mark Antony I served, who best was worthy
Best to be served: whilst he stood up and spoke,
He was my master; and I wore my life
To spend upon his haters. If thou please
3290To take me to thee, as I was to him
I'll be to Caesar; if thou pleasest not,
I yield thee up my life.

Octavius. The breaking of so great a thing should make
A greater crack: the round world
Should have shook lions into civil streets,
And citizens to their dens: the death of Antony
Is not a single doom; in the name lay
3300A moiety of the world.

Dercetas. He is dead, Caesar:
Not by a public minister of justice,
Nor by a hired knife; but that self hand,
Which writ his honour in the acts it did,
3305Hath, with the courage which the heart did lend it,
Splitted the heart. This is his sword;
I robb'd his wound of it; behold it stain'd
With his most noble blood.

Octavius. Look you sad, friends?
3310The gods rebuke me, but it is tidings
To wash the eyes of kings.

Agrippa. And strange it is,
That nature must compel us to lament
Our most persisted deeds.
3315

Agrippa. A rarer spirit never
Did steer humanity: but you, gods, will give us
Some faults to make us men. Caesar is touch'd.
3320

Mecaenas. When such a spacious mirror's set before him,
He needs must see himself.

Octavius. O Antony!
I have follow'd thee to this; but we do lance
Diseases in our bodies: I must perforce
3325Have shown to thee such a declining day,
Or look on thine; we could not stall together
In the whole world: but yet let me lament,
With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts,
That thou, my brother, my competitor
3330In top of all design, my mate in empire,
Friend and companion in the front of war,
The arm of mine own body, and the heart
Where mine his thoughts did kindle,—that our stars,
Unreconciliable, should divide
3335Our equalness to this. Hear me, good friends—
But I will tell you at some meeter season:
[Enter an Egyptian]The business of this man looks out of him;
We'll hear him what he says. Whence are you?
3340

Egyptian. A poor Egyptian yet. The queen my mistress,
Confined in all she has, her monument,
Of thy intents desires instruction,
That she preparedly may frame herself
To the way she's forced to.
3345

Octavius. Bid her have good heart:
She soon shall know of us, by some of ours,
How honourable and how kindly we
Determine for her; for Caesar cannot live
To be ungentle.
3350

Octavius. Come hither, Proculeius. Go and say,
We purpose her no shame: give her what comforts
The quality of her passion shall require,
3355Lest, in her greatness, by some mortal stroke
She do defeat us; for her life in Rome
Would be eternal in our triumph: go,
And with your speediest bring us what she says,
And how you find of her.
3360

Octavius. Let him alone, for I remember now
How he's employ'd: he shall in time be ready.
Go with me to my tent; where you shall see
3370How hardly I was drawn into this war;
How calm and gentle I proceeded still
In all my writings: go with me, and see
What I can show in this.